“Mmm.”
Liu Ruoxi’s stunning cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. To prevent her son from going too far, she added, “You can be a bit more forceful in your attitude. Mom will abide by the rules, but you must not be excessive, understand?”
Compared to her previous statement, Liu Ruoxi’s words this time emphasized the term “a bit,” clearly leaving the specific extent of this forcefulness for Yang Haoran to ponder.
Yang Haoran knew that with such ambiguous phrasing, the final interpretation ultimately rested with his mother. However, it significantly expanded the range of what he could attempt. He grew even more convinced that his mother had a dual personality; otherwise, how could she make such a lewd decision? Wasn’t thisๆ็คบing that he should train her?
Yang Haoran picked up the camera and pointed it at his mother, testing the waters by saying, “Bitch Mom, smile.”
Liu Ruoxi’s exquisite face turned crimson. Facing the lens, she managed a slightly stiff smile.
With a click, this aesthetically charged scene was captured in a photograph. In the picture, a woman of peerless beauty knelt naked in aๅๅพฎ posture towards the camera. A black collar, signifying her debasement, encircled her neck. A long silver chain traced along the side of her high, firm, and enormous breasts beforeๅ่ฝing to the floor. From the side, her perfectly round and full breasts resembled two majestic, snow-capped mountains rising from the earth. At their summits, nestled between the peaks, were lewd nipple clamps. Four centimeters below the clamps hung two small, exquisitely crafted golden bells. The woman wore an unnatural smile.
This imageโthe woman’s celestial beauty, her naked body, the humiliating kneeling posture, the black collar and chain around her neck, coupled with the ethereal smile on her faceโwould้ๆผ anyone who saw it. It would stir base desires, ignite wicked fires within, and provoke a restless urge to seize thatๅ่ฝing silver chain, to become her master, to humiliate and fuck this fallen fairy, to listen to her melodious, decadent cries of pleasure and pain, of ecstasy bordering on death, as if ascending to paradise.
After just one glance, Yang Haoran’s thick cock swelled, aching to the point of bursting. He walked over to his mother with the phone, showing it to her whileๆ ไธ่ช็ฆๅฐ่ฏด, “Mom, look, you’re so beautiful! Like a fairy.”
Liu Ruoxi glanced at the screen. The sheerๆทซ้กness of the image assaulted her senses, relentlesslyๅบๆฟing her nerves, as if constantly reminding her that she was a lowly bitch. Her composed expression instantly shattered, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She turned her head away and said self-deprecatingly, “But there are no fairies who wear collars and kneel.” Yang Haoran gave an awkward laugh and said, “Mom, I was the one who put the collar on the fairy. And I’m your son. Even if you are my bitch, in my heart, you will always be a fairy.”
“Oh? Is there a breed of bitch called a fairy? Mom wasn’t aware of that,” Liu Ruoxi turned her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on him as she asked, seemingly with genuine interest.
Yang Haoran’s expression froze for a moment. In a flash, he employed the clever tactic he had just discovered worked on his mother. He hugged her and began toๆๅจ, “I don’t care! Mom is my fairy bitch, okay? Please…”
Liu Ruoxi’s skin crawled with goosebumps. Yet, as Yang Haoran continued his whining pleas, her heart involuntarily softened. She replied helplessly, “Alright, alright, alright… Since things have come to this, just do as you please.”
Yang Haoran immediately broke into a delighted smile. But before he could revel in his victory for long, Liu Ruoxi turned a stern face to him and said coldly, “I’m warning you, don’t use that trick on Mom again. You’re all grown up now. Acting like a babyๆๅจโisn’t that disgusting?!”
Yang Haoran didn’t feel particularly embarrassed. Seeing that his mother had put her foot down, he had no choice but to agree.
He realized this tactic indeed shouldn’t be overused. His mother’s patience had limits; overuse would lead to backlash.
Within the spacious, luxurious living room, under Liu Ruoxi’s gaze, Yang Haoran took off his clothes. Mother and son stood naked before each other,ๅฆ็ถ็ธ่ง. An amorous and awkward atmosphere instantly dispersed the previously friendly mood between them.
Yang Haoran picked up the leather handle attached to the chain at his mother’s feet and returned to sit on the sofa. His thick, long penis stood erect, towering upwards. He gave the silver chain a tug,ๆ็คบing, and began to PUA, “Bitch Mom, crawl over here and suck your son’s cock.”
Liu Ruoxi’s calm expression faltered slightly. After hesitating for a few seconds, her beautiful head slowly lowered towards her son. She bent her upper body forward, her jade-like, soft, warm hands touching the ground, her snow-white arms supporting her weight as sheๅๅ on the floor. She paused in place for a few seconds. Under Yang Haoran’s impatient tugs, akin toๅฌไฟ, Liu Ruoxi began to crawl forward slowly, guided by the pull on her neck. Each movement seemed like an ordeal. Her stunning cheeks flushed red all the way to her ears, her snow-white delicate body trembling slightly. An overwhelming sense of shame spread uncontrollably through her heart, filling it completely.
The short distance of a few steps felt agonizingly difficult for Liu Ruoxi to crawl. The jingling of the bells ringing in her ears was like a demonic sound, assaulting her senses andๆงๆฎing what remained of her human dignity. Her usually composed expression was gone; her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her full, sensual crimson lips pressed tightly together, her pearly white teeth lightly biting them. When she saw the base of the sofa, the lifted, beautiful face she raised could barely maintain its semblance of composureโthis was the last vestige of maternal dignity she could cling to at this moment.
Even Yang Haoran could tell that his mother was utterly ashamed, herๆถ่น earlobes flushed a deep, dripping red. Looking down at her, he pretended toๅฎๆ ฐ้, “Mom, bitches are always led around on a leash by their masters. Back at Aunt Shen’s estate, I also led Aunt Shen around for walks on the grounds. There were even people watching then…”
Liu Ruoxi knew her son was humiliating her. She shot him a fierce glare with her beautiful eyes, then ignored him. One of her soft, warm hands grasped her son’s thick, long cock and stroked it a few times. Then, she smoothed the stray strands of hair at her temples, lowered her head, and moved towards the large, red, mushroom-shaped glans of Yang Haoran’s cock, preparing to take it into her mouth.
This wasn’t the first time she had given her son a blowjob. The shame wasn’t as intense as the humiliation of being led around on a leash moments before. Instead, there was a hint of practiced familiarity.
Liu Ruoxi’s full, sensual lips enveloped Yang Haoran’s glans. She didn’t rush to begin the blowjob. Instead, she extended her pink, fragrant tongue and swept it over the smooth surface of her son’s glans. Her pink tongue, like a็ตๆดป็ต่, coiled and swept around the entire large glans several times, as if only then satisfied. Then, her tongue tip slid into the coronal ridge of the glans. Her pink tongue tip swept, moved, scraped, drilled, and teased within the ridge, meticulously cleaning her son’s glans just like the last time.
Only when Liu Ruoxi’s tongue tip teased past her son’s urethral opening did sheไธๆ่ฏ lick the fluid seeping from it a few times. She knew this was male prostate fluid. Because it was her son’s, she didn’t find it particularly repulsive, her mindset somewhat calmer compared to last time.
Yang Haoran squinted his eyes in pleasure, feeling incredible. He was certain that even paying for a prostitute’s blowjob wouldn’t compare to the careful, comfortable service his mother provided. He placed his hands on his mother’s head, on her beautiful hair, and pressed down slightly,ๆ็คบing that she could begin the blowjob proper.
Liu Ruoxi understood his meaning. Following the pressure, she lowered her head, her red lips enveloping her son’s thick, long meat rod, taking it deep into her mouth until the glans pressed against the depths of her throat. She then pulled back a few inches before taking it deep again, repeating the process, her rhythm gradually quickening.
“Gurgle… gurgle… schlick… schlick…”
Lewd, wet sounds, accompanied by occasional sucking noises, played like a symphony. Liu Ruoxi bobbed her head up and down, her beautiful hair swaying, strands of it cascading over both sides of her stunning face. The sides of her cheeks bulged intermittently, outlining the obscene shape of the rod, then flattening again.
Liu Ruoxi’s trembling, enormous breasts swayed back and forth with the motion of the blowjob. The jingling of the bells was as pleasant as wind chimes. Within her sexy, fragrant lips, a dark, thick, massive meat rod almost completely filled her entire mouth, causing her cheeks to sink in deeply.
“Honorable Mother, does your servant’s cock taste good?”
Yang Haoran watched his thick cock plunging in and out of his mother’s noble red lips. Waves of pleasure surged into his mind. The blissful sensation was like receiving sweet rain after a long drought. The burning, wicked fire within him was gradually extinguished under the ministrations of his mother’s soft oral cavity and smooth, fragrant tongue, replaced by a cool, penetrating feeling of pure็ฝๆ.
Hearing her son’s question, Liu Ruoxi paused for a second but did not respond. The muscles in her cheeks continuously worked as she continued to suck on the large meat rod.
She just wanted her son to climax as quickly as possible; her cheeks were already getting sore.